Yeah
Haha
It’s Murderlyn
Let’s go
Dem no wan believe
Say man don dey craze
For the dream, I dey chase
No be today
No dey talk if you no get the pay
Put respect on the name
Or commot for the way
I dey para for the beat
Like say na my babe
I go ride on the wave
Till I bust through the gate
No be small play
When I enter the stage
Dem dey feel the rage
Dem dey shout "who be this?"
Craze dey the head
Craze for the bread
Craze for the win
Till the whole place red
Dem dey watch from the fence
But I jump the hedge
Now I dey on top
While dem still dey beg
Craze dey the head
Craze for the grind
Craze for the mic
Craze every time
Dem dey wonder why
But I no dey mind
I was born for this
I was born to shine
When I see you
Murderlyn ah ha
You make my lyrics
Sweet bitterline
Your magical
Voice shishi me